Had A Good Time Face-Down Blues

Had A Good Time Face-Down Blues

 

I am resting on my face
in a gutter of no good will
(and, in fact, a nasty place).

Just, a fractured lump of lies;
configured as an honest mass
of insufficient tries...

Now, I contemplate, inert,
how cascades of bright potential
concluded, rumpled in the dirt.

Or, more precisely, it is mud.
(It's fortunate my ruination
post-dates
..................some draining flood.)

Ah... I must be quite a sight;
by buttward-upmost point-of-view,
I'm no one's shining knight.

Chic shirt,
.................never to be the same,
upon this carcass, ill-bedecked;
...labeled with a better name.

Reposing, dissolute in thought...
Perhaps last night's lady more content
than previous friendship bought.

But, second think on hazy booze;
and priority given a posher spot
...for a shameless morning's snooze.


by Steven P. Pody